Its been a long time since i have written anything. Blogger has been blocked again in the office so even if I do feel like writing something, my inspiration just dies when i see that !@#$%^ Websense page.
A lot of things have happened in my prolonged absence. Got married in Chennai. Had a reception in Kerala. Was in Coimbatore for a bit, bonding with the in-laws, went to Coorg for the honeymoon. Now back in Chennai where the hubby and me are trying our level best to get into the whole married life grind. So far it still feels like umnarried life :) Some people said that we would feel married when we have our first fight. But then again since we have been fighting very regularly for the past 2 yrs now, I dont think thats gonna feel new too :)
Haave to try and write more. Everytime i think of writing about something, the first thought that crosses my head is "Noone will wanna read that!" And I drop the idea. But now i know that I can write even if noone reads.
Self actualization.
Hail Maslow! :)
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Stolen!!!
So I got ‘pickpocketted’ today. This is the first time something like this has ever happened to me and I am pissed beyond belief. I am still trying to figure out how this happened. It was a bloody crowded bus and I guess that about explains it. Someone managed to open my handbag and pick out only my wallet…I really like that wallet.
:(
WHY? WHY? WHY?
Spent a good part of the morning calling up banks and cancelling credit/debit cards. The credit card company had this automated voice service thingy that wanted me to type the credit card number and I don’t generally by habit learn 16 digit numbers by heart. Thankfully I had given my number to Paul to book some ticket once and the blessing that he is actually had that piece of paper that he had scribbled that number down on.
And that is that.
The only positive things that I can think about is that
1.There was only about 110 bucks in the wallet which is a very tiny amount compared to what I was carrying around the day before.
2.Left my original driving licence and PAN card at home after a lecture from the fiancé on how stupid I was in carrying it around. God bless you Bright!
:(
WHY? WHY? WHY?
Spent a good part of the morning calling up banks and cancelling credit/debit cards. The credit card company had this automated voice service thingy that wanted me to type the credit card number and I don’t generally by habit learn 16 digit numbers by heart. Thankfully I had given my number to Paul to book some ticket once and the blessing that he is actually had that piece of paper that he had scribbled that number down on.
And that is that.
The only positive things that I can think about is that
1.There was only about 110 bucks in the wallet which is a very tiny amount compared to what I was carrying around the day before.
2.Left my original driving licence and PAN card at home after a lecture from the fiancé on how stupid I was in carrying it around. God bless you Bright!
Thursday, June 7, 2007
Depressed again...so whats new?
I started writing this blog because I desperately wanted a way to get a few things out of my system. I wanted to rave and rant and shout and scream my head off at times and I couldn’t.
Everything has been ok for a few days but now I’m getting ‘that’ feeling again… the feeling that I seem to have no control on what is happening around me… I don’t know why…or I know why but I just do not want to accept it.
Right now, I am just waiting for this whole wedding shenanigan to get over. It really gets to me that my parents are just not happy with the way things are going. At least Amma seems to be ok with it and really wants to do something… but Appa... I know that he is hurt any everything that things are not going at all in the way that he wants. And he is so used to having everything done in his way.
This is the 2nd post that I’m actually writing (other than the hello world bit) and both of them have been written when I am super duper depressed.
I am going to check if the pantry sells chocolates... :)
P.S - My trusty counter tells me that atleast one person has come to my page ... Welcome welcome...I promise i will be more cheerful in a few days... Do leave a comment!
Everything has been ok for a few days but now I’m getting ‘that’ feeling again… the feeling that I seem to have no control on what is happening around me… I don’t know why…or I know why but I just do not want to accept it.
Right now, I am just waiting for this whole wedding shenanigan to get over. It really gets to me that my parents are just not happy with the way things are going. At least Amma seems to be ok with it and really wants to do something… but Appa... I know that he is hurt any everything that things are not going at all in the way that he wants. And he is so used to having everything done in his way.
This is the 2nd post that I’m actually writing (other than the hello world bit) and both of them have been written when I am super duper depressed.
I am going to check if the pantry sells chocolates... :)
P.S - My trusty counter tells me that atleast one person has come to my page ... Welcome welcome...I promise i will be more cheerful in a few days... Do leave a comment!
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Grumpy :(
Depressed. Very depressed. Don't seem to have the interest to do anything anymore. I am torn in between two people I love very much.
Why is this so difficult? Is a win-win situation even possible considering that one of them refuses to compromise on something? Am I wrong in wanting him to compromise? Why do I feel so helpless in this situation where decicions about MY life are being made? Why is my opinion not even considered? Am I supposed to wait for this whole thing to just blow over or am I supposed to be doing something about this? Does the only way out of this have to involve me hurting someone? Who am I scared of hurting more?
How I wish I could get some answers...
Why is this so difficult? Is a win-win situation even possible considering that one of them refuses to compromise on something? Am I wrong in wanting him to compromise? Why do I feel so helpless in this situation where decicions about MY life are being made? Why is my opinion not even considered? Am I supposed to wait for this whole thing to just blow over or am I supposed to be doing something about this? Does the only way out of this have to involve me hurting someone? Who am I scared of hurting more?
How I wish I could get some answers...
Friday, April 13, 2007
Bangalore Trip
I’m off to Bangalore for the weekend. It’s my nephew’s baptism on Saturday and Vishu (that’s Malayalam New Year) on Sunday. It is going to be loud (always is when we cousins get together) and fun and there is going to be loads of good food…
And yet, I am not looking forward to this very much…
Just cant wait for this particular tide to turn... :(
And yet, I am not looking forward to this very much…
Just cant wait for this particular tide to turn... :(
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Sunscreen Speech
This is one of my favourite essays. It was written by Mary Schmich and was published in the Chicago Tribune as a column in 1997.
Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
Nice na ?
Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
Nice na ?
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